From My Brainpan…

So this is where I blahhhhg.
Witty, serious, sentimental, dark, bright, heated, or plain old “wtf!?” you’ll find it here.
My dear friend June told me, “The world is a better place when you are writing Karen.”
So that is what I’d like to do…make my corner better.

And now for something frivolous…

I'm on a quest. A treasure hunt, really. I desperately need to find a shampoo and conditioner that works well for fine hair, in a super humid climate, where the water smells like chlorinated swamp.Any ideas?Now, part of the problem is hormones. I've been pregnant, and/or...

For you.

Back in 2010, when we were getting ready to send my poetry collection off to the printer, one of my editors/partners said "what about a dedication?"I spent a couple days deliberating and then sent her this:for you. and you. you, you, you. And oh yes! You!She laughed at me....

Me. Too.

Oh. You too? Yah. Me too.It's a conversation I've had with many friends, many times. But the first time I talked about it, I was ice skating with one of my closest friends. Round and round the rink we skated, slowly gliding across the ice. We were...

A handful of lemons.

It's inevitable. Some things are just disappointing. not how we envisioned. downright sad-making. It happens. Things don't always go the way we plan them. I'm pretty flexible. I go with the flow. But every one in awhile, I've met up with something that does not go quite...

But if I’m sleeping… I’ll miss stuff!

It's been a rough week A week of tantrums (his) and tears (ours.) Of deep breaths (mine.) and strained patience (also mine.)We've not had enough sleep. Actually, the past two weeks we've not had enough sleep.Ummm. That's a lie. it's always. We always do not sleep...

but sometimes, she roars…

Part of being human is understanding that we exist on a living, breathing, sometimes raging, ever changing planet. I try to always remember and respect this fact. I was seven years old when Mount St. Helens erupted. We lived just north of Seattle at the time, a...

but are we even listening?

I have a bad habit of interrupting.It's not a trait I'm proud of. I realise it's rude and disrespectful. It's also incredibly annoying.Some habits are formed so early that by the time you notice them in yourself, it's too late, they're already hard and fast...

if you needed me…

A few months ago I was watching BBC's Human Planet. One of the clips was about an old woman who had lost her sight. Her village was located in the mountains, some of the pathways in the village were terribly steep and dangerous, but she...

Slow down, you move too fast…

Time moves so swiftly. Hours. Days. Weeks. They sometimes fly by without regard or warning, and you find yourself turning about, wondering just where the hell they ran off to.Sometimes the desire to simplify and slow down is so strong I want to just turf everything...

Now we are One

Today you are one year and one day. Today marks the anniversary of the day we brought you home. I am still in awe of you. Watching you grow and change. Learn and observe. Watching your legs plump up into sweet little rolls, and strengthen to...